Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE NIGHTINGALE, by FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How passing sad! Listen, it sings again Last Line: And fill'd my weary eyes with the soul's rain. Alternate Author Name(s): Butler, Frances Anne; Kemble, Fanny Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales | ||||||||
How passing sad! Listen, it sings again! Art thou a spirit, that amongst the boughs The livelong day dost chant that wondrous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver brows Out of the clouds to hear thee? Who shall say, Thou lone one! that thy melody is gay, Let him come listen now to that one note That thou art pouring o'er and o'er again Through the sweet echoes of thy mellow throat, With such a sobbing sound of deep, deep pain. I prithee cease thy song! for from my heart Thou hast made memory's bitter waters start, And fill'd my weary eyes with the soul's rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY THE NIGHTINGALE IN BADELUNDA by TOMAS TRANSTROMER THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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